Portrait

Portrait by Edna St. Vincent Millay

The poem explores the complex interplay between the speaker and a significant other, reflecting on the power of words and the emotional resonance of literature. The speaker recalls the harsh yet captivating voice of the other, likening it to the sound of dry leaves, suggesting a sense of discomfort and struggle. This voice is intertwined with the legacy of great literary figures, evoking a sense of timelessness and depth. The speaker experiences profound beauty and rapture during moments of shared reading, where literature becomes a source of solace and inspiration. The imagery of a wild bird symbolizes the fleeting nature of beauty and the emotional highs that literature can evoke. Despite the comfort found in these moments, there is an underlying tension as the speaker attempts to convey the significance of these experiences to the other, who remains unresponsive and dismissive. The poem captures the dichotomy of joy and frustration in communication, highlighting the speaker's desire for connection and understanding. The other’s refusal to acknowledge the speaker's feelings creates a barrier, emphasizing the isolation that can accompany deep emotional experiences. The contrast between the speaker's inner peace and the other’s harshness underscores the complexities of relationships and the challenges of expressing profound emotions. Ultimately, the work reflects on the transformative power of literature while also addressing the difficulties of interpersonal connection, leaving the reader with a sense of longing and unresolved tension.

By Edna St. Vincent Millay · First published 1917 · Genre: Poetry, Lyric Poetry, Modernist Literature · 273 words

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Over and over I have heard, As now I hear it, Your voice harsh and light as the scratching of dry leaves over the hard ground, Your voice forever assailed and shaken by the wind from the island Of illustrious living and dead, that never dies down, And bending at moment s under the terrible weight of the perfect word, Here in this room without fire, without comfort of any kind, Reading aloud to me immortal page after page conceived in a mortal mind.

Beauty at such moments before me like a wild bright bird Has been in the room, and eyed me, and let me come near it.

I could not ever nor can I to this day Acquaint you with the triumph and the sweet rest

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Poetry · Literary Fiction · Portrait · Self-Discovery · Coming-of-Age · Romance · Tragedy · Love · Loss · Identity · Family Dynamics · Social Class

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